Orange Song & At the Shore
By Natalie Marino
Orange Song
I lie under the night
hearing my heart
beating and I listen
for the oranges
growing—
for their songs
celebrating the spread
of their seeds, how
in the morning,
winds will take
their stardust milk
away to a waiting sky.
Someday a sunrise
behind old sycamores
will take my breath
to the azure ocean.
At the Shore
Wild blue bells sing
to the evening sand waves
lulling them to sleep.
The children cup
the ocean in their hands
after leaving empty clam
shells when they found
them without pearls.
The viridian water
and a yellow moon
will make love
with the bright sky
soon when a sea of stars
stampedes
on the disappearing
horizon.
Natalie Marino is a poet, physician and mother. Her work appears in Barren Magazine, Capsule Stories, Floodlight Editions, Literary Mama, Moria Online, Re-side, Second Chance Lit and elsewhere. She also reads poetry submissions for Bracken Magazine and The Southampton Review. She lives in Thousand Oaks, California with her husband and two daughters.